#soul-searching

"Getting Real about the Eel It's not that eel wants to avoid commitment.From the eel's point of view, it is a matter of survival.Who the fuck wants to be with an eel anyway,when there are plenty of less slippery fish."

"Dating Asian Her Kung Fu style was not too bad,but at doggie style she had me had."

"In the Porn Industry [10w] Lacking a college-diploma's more than compensated by a humongous penis."

"Dressed to Kill [10w] At fashionable parties,vegetarians should not be dressed to kill."

"2 Rules on Becoming a Good Poet [10w] Rule#1: Never write shitty poetry.Rule#2: Never forget Rule #1."

"Six-Pack [10w] A six-pack of beer's inversely proportional to six-pack of abs."

"Dysfunctional Love We split up not because he or she didn't love us,but because they did love us in the only way they knew how."

"Hemidemisemiquaver [10w] The composer evened the score by ending in a hemidemisemiquaver."

"Glow in the Dark "You've led me from stark nightwith a love that glows in the dark."

"Biggest Problem with 10w [10w] The biggest problem with aphorisms is people believe they're true."

"No Planning for Death [10w] People put more planning into a weekend vacation than death."

"War [10w] Fight wars not to win, but so our enemies don't."

"Sometimes Magic is What Disappears [10w] + {Couplet} Love's tragic, not ecstatic;with finespun change, disappears the magic."

"The Universe Begins and Ends in Us If a telescope could see beyond the edges of the universe,we would see ourselves looking into a telescope trying to see beyond the edges of universe."

"Time Traveler's Ennui The future ain't what it use to be."

"Kansas State Motto Ad astra per aspera. [9]Flat land and flatline intelligence."

"Poetry as Conspiracy [10w] A poem is unspoken conspiracy between the reader and poet."

"Elegance in Simplicity [10w] The more complex the problem,the simpler the correct answer."

"Money [10w] The root of all evil has a well earned reputation."

"Siesta Mud tracked from the rice fields blazon a pathFrom kitchen to cellar escaping noon’s wrath.A quiet siesta to break the ordealOf scything and sifting and spinning the wheel.Half a dream later he returns to the fieldTo seeding earth’s furrows. massaging its yield.And when Sun descends gravely back to her tombHe tracks back to the kitchen, the cellar, his room."